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Adjacent to the Trophy Room is a long corridor where numerous polished suits of armour are on exhibit. This collection of armour has been through a lot over the centuries that the school has been in existence, granted they don't look like it for not a single scratch can be found. If you know your history well enough, you'll be able to easily imagine the circumstances that these suits endured. The weapons they are holding say enough.
Should you decide that you want to examine the armour closely, please do so with caution. Yes, being able to see your reflection in them can come in handy from time to time. Nevertheless, they are known to move because someone's cat has managed to climb inside or, even worse, Peeves has decided to play a practical prank on anyone who happens to walk by and will chase after them, swords and spiked balls on chains swinging. Other than that, the clanky metal should remain quite stationary until they are summoned for battle in a time when Hogwarts is in need of additional protection.
Squeak squeak squeak! Nimma was scrubbing allllllllllllllllllll the armor she could reach, not liking the thought of the metal dulling. Scrub scrub scrub! There we go... Next!
Squeak squeak squeak! Nimma was scrubbing allllllllllllllllllll the armor she could reach, not liking the thought of the metal dulling. Scrub scrub scrub! There we go... Next!
Would Rafferty leave the house elves from his ruthless scrutinizing? Not in this lifetime. After all what would be the fun in doing so? Nothing at all. Rafferty stood with his hands behind his back as he observed the elf scrubbing the armor. The elves were rather good at what their job, he rather reluctantly admitted. This one was no different. Rafferty could not resist. “I think you missed a spot.’’
Would Rafferty leave the house elves from his ruthless scrutinizing? Not in this lifetime. After all what would be the fun in doing so? Nothing at all. Rafferty stood with his hands behind his back as he observed the elf scrubbing the armor. The elves were rather good at what their job, he rather reluctantly admitted. This one was no different. Rafferty could not resist. “I think you missed a spot.’’
Nimma's ears flopped as she scrubbed the armor. As efficiently as ever, she cleaned and cleaned until... ah! Nimma gasped, startled at the voice. "Master Ainsworth, Sir!" she squeaked, "Nimma is sorry!" Her glossy eyes darted across the armor looking for what she had missed. Ohhh bad Nimma! In her sudden discombobulation, she accidentally knocked into her bucket of soapy water, not enough to knock the bucket over but enough to spill around her feet. "Oh!! Nimma is sorry!" Had any gotten on Master Ainsworth?? She couldn't see.
Nimma's ears flopped as she scrubbed the armor. As efficiently as ever, she cleaned and cleaned until... ah! Nimma gasped, startled at the voice. "Master Ainsworth, Sir!" she squeaked, "Nimma is sorry!" Her glossy eyes darted across the armor looking for what she had missed. Ohhh bad Nimma! In her sudden discombobulation, she accidentally knocked into her bucket of soapy water, not enough to knock the bucket over but enough to spill around her feet. "Oh!! Nimma is sorry!" Had any gotten on Master Ainsworth?? She couldn't see.
Did Rafferty think that house elves were funny little creatures? Yes. Who wanted to spend all their time cleaning? Rafferty was appalled that house elves chose such a life. Why was this one apologizing to him? He didn’t care in the least about an apology. What Rafferty did care about was the splashing water from the bucket. “Watch it.’’ The two words came out in a growl and he tried to escape the liquid. It was his bad luck that some got on his sleek and shiny shoes. Rafferty was not pleased.
Did Rafferty think that house elves were funny little creatures? Yes. Who wanted to spend all their time cleaning? Rafferty was appalled that house elves chose such a life. Why was this one apologizing to him? He didn’t care in the least about an apology. What Rafferty did care about was the splashing water from the bucket. “Watch it.’’ The two words came out in a growl and he tried to escape the liquid. It was his bad luck that some got on his sleek and shiny shoes. Rafferty was not pleased.
All was happening very fast! Nimma's huge eyes widened to their fullest capacity and she gasped as the water fell out. Oh yes did it fall, right onto master!!
"Oh no!!!" she squealed. "Nimma is so sorry, Master Ainsworth!" She immediately began to try to clean the spill with her rag. She had to help dry him off! Nimma was so upset that she had spilled, but not just that, she had spilled ON him! "Oh no oh no oh no..." she said in a hushed but clearly miserable tone. "Bad Nimma, bad Nimma!" she began sobbing... which wasn't helping the spilled liquid situation.
lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
Ever since she had got herself stuck inside one of the things a few years back, Bel had a fondness for the suits of armour at Hogwarts. The whole concept was fascinating to her since it was basically a humdrum everyday thing here but back home in 'stralia coming across actual armour just wouldn't happen.
It was one of her best thinking spots when she wasn't working out, so the captain made a detour on her way back from the prefects bathroom (freshly clean and pressed and in correct uniform) with her hair still damp and her ponytail curling at the edges.
She stopped short at the scene before her. House elf in tears - Nimma, who was the sweetest and couldn't possibly have done something wrong on purpose - and one of the new professors standing over the elf and glowering.
"Is everything alright, sir?" She asked politely in her Australian twang.
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love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope
be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you
Algamus, Head House Elf and Very Important Hogwarts Person, knows his work is MOST important, the mostest of the most important. As such, when Algamus is not at the kitchens or in the common rooms, Algamus patrols! Who is going to report on dirt but Algamus?? Who is going to chase studentses away from clean things?? ALGAMUS, SIR YES SIR.
The armoury is one of Algamus' favorite places, so shiny and bright and also dusty and always in need of a good cleaning! This time though, this time Algamus had a bad feeling as he mARCHED into the gallery to check on Nimma, and quite rightly so. The scene before Algamus' eyes was difficult to understand...
"Nimma! Why is there water all over the floor!?! Master Ainsworth sir, Algamus will fix it sir, Master can trust Algamus! Sir!" The girl student did not interest Algamus in the slightest, as long as she kept her greasy fingers off his shiny Hogwarts armour.
Did Rafferty take any notice of the elf’s apologies? No he did not. Rafferty ignored the blabbering elf to focus on himself. Did his trousers get soaked? His socks? The trousers seemed to be only a little damp but the shoes were a mess. They were damp with water. Rafferty reached for his wand. His mouth curled into a cold sneer. “Absolutely not, Macindoe. This creature spilled water on my brand new shoes.’’ Glares happened when the next elf joined them. “No thank you. That one there has done enough.’’ Oh his precious shoes! Non verbally a drying spell was cast. In the meanwhile, all three of his company were ignored.
I lost this thread but HERE IT IS hiding from me lmao
lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
Quote:
Originally Posted by Algamus
Algamus on patrol!
Algamus, Head House Elf and Very Important Hogwarts Person, knows his work is MOST important, the mostest of the most important. As such, when Algamus is not at the kitchens or in the common rooms, Algamus patrols! Who is going to report on dirt but Algamus?? Who is going to chase studentses away from clean things?? ALGAMUS, SIR YES SIR.
The armoury is one of Algamus' favorite places, so shiny and bright and also dusty and always in need of a good cleaning! This time though, this time Algamus had a bad feeling as he mARCHED into the gallery to check on Nimma, and quite rightly so. The scene before Algamus' eyes was difficult to understand...
"Nimma! Why is there water all over the floor!?! Master Ainsworth sir, Algamus will fix it sir, Master can trust Algamus! Sir!" The girl student did not interest Algamus in the slightest, as long as she kept her greasy fingers off his shiny Hogwarts armour.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Rafferty Ainsworth
Did Rafferty take any notice of the elf’s apologies? No he did not. Rafferty ignored the blabbering elf to focus on himself. Did his trousers get soaked? His socks? The trousers seemed to be only a little damp but the shoes were a mess. They were damp with water. Rafferty reached for his wand. His mouth curled into a cold sneer. “Absolutely not, Macindoe. This creature spilled water on my brand new shoes.’’ Glares happened when the next elf joined them. “No thank you. That one there has done enough.’’ Oh his precious shoes! Non verbally a drying spell was cast. In the meanwhile, all three of his company were ignored.
It wasn't every day that you came across a situation like this one, not even this term where things were a little more extra than normal. Bel didn't want to upset the house elves or stress them out further but if she could run interference a bit so that they might escape unscathed.... well, she would.
She was a little surprised, if she was honest, that it was apparently such a big deal to have water on his shoes. Every single pair of hers had been thoroughly imperviused by her mother, so it wasn't a problem that she ever ran into herself. And.... they looked dry now? Obviously Professor Ainsworth was good enough with his wand, even if he was just a Muggle Studies Professor. Muggle Studies, a subject she herself was mostly pretty pro at, but spells like that one? Not a chance. She was pretty sure too that she'd never be able to manage a non-verbal, so it was always pretty impressive to see one, even if there was a scowl accompanying it.
"I think it was an accident, professor, it had to be. Plus its only water, right? Your shoes look fine. My mum imperviused all my shoes, so water never bothers me, I bet you could do that too, impervius them, that would keep them nice, wouldn't it, sir?"
Hopefully Algamus would vanish the water puddle instead of chastising poor Nimma any more.
__________________
love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope
be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you
Ever since she had got herself stuck inside one of the things a few years back, Bel had a fondness for the suits of armour at Hogwarts. The whole concept was fascinating to her since it was basically a humdrum everyday thing here but back home in 'stralia coming across actual armour just wouldn't happen.
It was one of her best thinking spots when she wasn't working out, so the captain made a detour on her way back from the prefects bathroom (freshly clean and pressed and in correct uniform) with her hair still damp and her ponytail curling at the edges.
She stopped short at the scene before her. House elf in tears - Nimma, who was the sweetest and couldn't possibly have done something wrong on purpose - and one of the new professors standing over the elf and glowering.
"Is everything alright, sir?" She asked politely in her Australian twang.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Algamus
Algamus on patrol!
Algamus, Head House Elf and Very Important Hogwarts Person, knows his work is MOST important, the mostest of the most important. As such, when Algamus is not at the kitchens or in the common rooms, Algamus patrols! Who is going to report on dirt but Algamus?? Who is going to chase studentses away from clean things?? ALGAMUS, SIR YES SIR.
The armoury is one of Algamus' favorite places, so shiny and bright and also dusty and always in need of a good cleaning! This time though, this time Algamus had a bad feeling as he mARCHED into the gallery to check on Nimma, and quite rightly so. The scene before Algamus' eyes was difficult to understand...
"Nimma! Why is there water all over the floor!?! Master Ainsworth sir, Algamus will fix it sir, Master can trust Algamus! Sir!" The girl student did not interest Algamus in the slightest, as long as she kept her greasy fingers off his shiny Hogwarts armour.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Rafferty Ainsworth
Did Rafferty take any notice of the elf’s apologies? No he did not. Rafferty ignored the blabbering elf to focus on himself. Did his trousers get soaked? His socks? The trousers seemed to be only a little damp but the shoes were a mess. They were damp with water. Rafferty reached for his wand. His mouth curled into a cold sneer. “Absolutely not, Macindoe. This creature spilled water on my brand new shoes.’’ Glares happened when the next elf joined them. “No thank you. That one there has done enough.’’ Oh his precious shoes! Non verbally a drying spell was cast. In the meanwhile, all three of his company were ignored.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Tegz
It wasn't every day that you came across a situation like this one, not even this term where things were a little more extra than normal. Bel didn't want to upset the house elves or stress them out further but if she could run interference a bit so that they might escape unscathed.... well, she would.
She was a little surprised, if she was honest, that it was apparently such a big deal to have water on his shoes. Every single pair of hers had been thoroughly imperviused by her mother, so it wasn't a problem that she ever ran into herself. And.... they looked dry now? Obviously Professor Ainsworth was good enough with his wand, even if he was just a Muggle Studies Professor. Muggle Studies, a subject she herself was mostly pretty pro at, but spells like that one? Not a chance. She was pretty sure too that she'd never be able to manage a non-verbal, so it was always pretty impressive to see one, even if there was a scowl accompanying it.
"I think it was an accident, professor, it had to be. Plus its only water, right? Your shoes look fine. My mum imperviused all my shoes, so water never bothers me, I bet you could do that too, impervius them, that would keep them nice, wouldn't it, sir?"
Hopefully Algamus would vanish the water puddle instead of chastising poor Nimma any more.
Nimma's face glistened with tears as she continued to sob uncontrollably. She did not mean to cry! She *sniff* did *sniff* not *hiccup* mean to! A young studentsie came in which frightened Nimma only because she did not want Master Ainsworth to get mad at the studentsie too! And THEN, Algamus came in too and Nimma started crying all over again. Algamus would see what a bad house elf Nimma was being! And the studentsie was trying to help, and Nimma was so grateful but she felt terrible. Even though the damage was now done and Master Ainsworth was dried off, Nimma was absolutely miserable. Never, in all of her years here, had she spilled on a master of Hogwarts! What would Headmaster Scrimgeour say to her now?? Lip trembling, Nimma started to back up and with a *POP!* she disappeared.
It wasn't every day that you came across a situation like this one, not even this term where things were a little more extra than normal. Bel didn't want to upset the house elves or stress them out further but if she could run interference a bit so that they might escape unscathed.... well, she would.
She was a little surprised, if she was honest, that it was apparently such a big deal to have water on his shoes. Every single pair of hers had been thoroughly imperviused by her mother, so it wasn't a problem that she ever ran into herself. And.... they looked dry now? Obviously Professor Ainsworth was good enough with his wand, even if he was just a Muggle Studies Professor. Muggle Studies, a subject she herself was mostly pretty pro at, but spells like that one? Not a chance. She was pretty sure too that she'd never be able to manage a non-verbal, so it was always pretty impressive to see one, even if there was a scowl accompanying it.
"I think it was an accident, professor, it had to be. Plus its only water, right? Your shoes look fine. My mum imperviused all my shoes, so water never bothers me, I bet you could do that too, impervius them, that would keep them nice, wouldn't it, sir?"
Hopefully Algamus would vanish the water puddle instead of chastising poor Nimma any more.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Nimma
SPOILER!!: Professor, Bel, and Argamus
Nimma's face glistened with tears as she continued to sob uncontrollably. She did not mean to cry! She *sniff* did *sniff* not *hiccup* mean to! A young studentsie came in which frightened Nimma only because she did not want Master Ainsworth to get mad at the studentsie too! And THEN, Algamus came in too and Nimma started crying all over again. Algamus would see what a bad house elf Nimma was being! And the studentsie was trying to help, and Nimma was so grateful but she felt terrible. Even though the damage was now done and Master Ainsworth was dried off, Nimma was absolutely miserable. Never, in all of her years here, had she spilled on a master of Hogwarts! What would Headmaster Scrimgeour say to her now?? Lip trembling, Nimma started to back up and with a *POP!* she disappeared.
Did Rafferty's shoes look fine? Of course they did. His spell had seen to that. “It might have slipped your attention, Macindoe but we are completely and thankfully two different people. Water does bother me if it gets on my belongings. It is not ‘only water’.'' Rafferty conveniently ignored the part about water proofing the shoes. It hadn’t been thought of and there was no need to tell Macindoe that. With the elf still sobbing and hiccupping Rafferty holstered his wand. The pop told him the culprit elf was on her way just as he was without a further word. It was back to his office that he went.
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